There is no moment like this
When my spirit roams
Through falling leaves
Filling me with redemption
The word is passed on
I walk in quiet pastures
By the canal
Yesterdays leaves
Have gently turned yellow
Nests disintegrated
Young robins rehearsing
A swaying branch deserted
By a fleeing hawk
A juicy blackberry
Seagulls and crows
Sit side by side
I see His hand
Everywhere
